Live and direct from New York City, my name is Statik Selektah, the show-off This ain't no awards show but we 'bout to win with this cypher Pro Era, CJ Fly where you at? Pro Era 47 Go get that Thee Way Eye See It The shit is out, yeah Kill 'em Pro's? Kill 'em? (yeah!) Ain't never meet Someone iller than some meat with salmonella We go in with the flow like salmon in the river Made so many hits, no Catch 22 Gotta drive to get the cake you old bats better batter up too We got the mitts to beat you Go ahead or go long It's me who ya' killin' I'm always feeling her up Love letting me hold the cups, shit get frisky Up for grabs like ooooo I hear the liquid cat's fishy We'll just wait till this dogs finish his swimming Catch it when we catch it threw it at me, a conflict in the kitchen Palms of fingers itching Figured out if I'm killing 'em then that's gon make me richer This money ain't a joke I won't play dumb so I won't get it A instrumental tempo strings to make it come to spin it The truth I bent it, the rules I bend it Taking selfies with fans, we 'pendent Steal your girl, my crew some fucking bandits Could you imagine in a year all that my fucking band did? Fly Yo, if you want it bring your army I'm sure they can't arm me Send your best to harm me Lyrical skill with more power than calibres spitting calmly Revolving promptly 'round Godly spirits Breaking false seeing mirrors Spearing one's not on top like the Pyramids sharp appearances Niggas is fearing the exterior to the interior Only in fear of the child cause ya'll style's are so inferior Sick like malaria, and my food for thought rap bacteria These motherfuckers is suckers screaming but we ain't hearing em Tearing layers from natures creator Ain't no debaters exchanging more modulators from vocal style obligators Hashing brown for that rolling paper Might just spray the vapor for these rapping respirators I leave on a respirator Originator for flaming the record like a filet in the oven Lay these tracks down like a filet in the oven 360 bubbling while ya brain busting Shit could never add up when my brain summons ya'll rap niggas to the Era chamber dungeon Whooooooooo! Aye, aye, aye, check, check When I die I'm prolly lit, I blame the ounce though Well that's cool, 'cos every body bag got a zip It's Nyck bitch don't doubt it I'm lost until I found myself a route in my allowance, pounds upon you cowards I'm a competitor, no, I'm a come predator Run through by your spot until you never spot it anymore Never followed anymore, Twitter swallowed everyone Really man, you think you gets it popping on that cyber war? Profit is the object, we never style anymore Not a child anymore, I'm wild you ain't ready for the fouls I'm exploiting Vials full of poison that I'm leaking Better vaccinate your child 'fore I reach him Pledge to this flag, we don't know no allegiance Dog eat dog, life's a fucking bitch with no leashes Everything is repetition for the last month I got offers, stayed cautious, still Caution Got offers, stayed cautious, still Caution Yes we can, can I kick it? (Yes you can) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) And I'm gone, yeah I don't wanna be the one to hurt your day But you can't runaway, gonna see what was said at the lat Solely tuck on bag, for the head, still mercy, not gon' lack Power lez, how I lack? Call for the feds but it's not going to add 2 plates 2 place mats A hard and a light mass All the mathematics balanced A love, hey do a Lee Man it's what's to do with me Never skip the set to let my spirit free... Think that's gonna stop me? Fireball of energy so let them come gas me It's Corleone, $wank Rock, Corleone, check Go get that 'Thee Way I See It', that's the way I see it Gotta' low sport charm, I Jordan so calm I'm known to rock a Swank, they call me A la Juwon With a postmortem flow, gotta' porsche motor flow' This sour got horsepower, we zoomin' through ya' zone She got me screwed up, said I'm a tool for nuttin' She a sex machine fiend with a malfunction Actin' out, frontin, said a nigga' stuntin' But I could a dump a new regulation like it's nuttin' I does it, mean I done did it, crushed it and killed it We pending out higher suppliers give me pot to skill it You a small fry, short but walk high We looking down at you nigga's with a hawk's eye Dragon niggas out the track when I talk fire The photo style, turn and roast ya'll Uh, we livin' your dream and we up in ya region, my nigga's be tryin' to reach ya' The reason nigga's will never be iller because my niggas are the best Better get your feet wet You're swimmin' around when nigga's be creepin' Dangerously, don't play in the sea, it's plain to see We take it so you die of thirst, you in a vacant seat I'm too real, bringing truth to your make believe We too sick, it's a dozen of us shitting nouns You should of known that a dime would have hold you down I faced half an ounce, but never see me stress I'm old - Oh fuck you nigga's Ok I really like that It's the super slackers The slutty slackers The slutty slackers slackers it's the slutty sluggy slackers yo It's the slackers the slutty Ladi dadi Slacks like to party hard Hardly ever sober, rolled a fresh pack of Marley's God golly g, golly g I am bitch respect it I get up in her ovaries when I ejected My words contraceptive Contact my dealer Contact detect microphone when I feel her Uh! A little threaten My swank is my weapon I walk with it, verbally assault with it I spit like Poseidon these flows you get lost in it Raw Which motherfucker tried to steal my flow? Eenie meenie miney mo? Step in, bust a swank through the front do' Surprise! kicking niggas out the window Who want protest the real Don Gorgan, push it Pushin' herb from Kingston out to Brooklyn Where niggas get tooken I see you shivering Check the flavor Swank Master is delivering Lyrical simile to stimulate your mind Hypnotize all you people when I hop on to the mic In fact we do this for boom bap rap To just keep y'all niggas in check though To just keep y'all niggas in check though To just keep y'all niggas in check though To just keep y'all niggas in check though Dirty want his money right now And his credit I deserve my respect for this shit that I imbedded I am better than them niggas who pretended that they them niggas Who be lying to them niggas who be buying they shit (woo!) Fuck the government that's word to my brother man From the 5th Flo' You won't get fed if your mouth is closed That's something he told me The 47 Og's running it low key Ha! I'm still Dirty and I'm still 7:30 My vision is still blurry so picture perfect ain't really certain Blind bitch baby, does the cover match them curtains? Still couldn't block my shine Chakras divrine 33rd degree Fresh 47 embroidery Pro Era property, no loitering Can't say my whole team's eating yet But I'm cooking up a mess Where syringes were pressed: dirty kitchen I'm spillin' all my kids on her dress, Started living what I'm thinking Decider, we next stop Stop and then frisk Slaughtering pigs anybody can get it We shooting stars, now make a wish I'm rocking skins like the skins we rocking Powerpuff smoking on that blossom We're running the game and this shit is exhausting But we don't give a fuck cause this shit is awesome 47 Sitting in my coffin, still contemplating jumping Steez told me how to function now we got them niggas bumping Please say something so we can't them start dumping Nah , we got them shooter but we rather be penman movers Moving by the pound Not a sound when we come around Why? Cause we move in silence All my niggas holding down 47 for the crown But y'all already know, the Pro's suppose to blow Swank on overlord for you poser Joes Jocking flows, someone send these sucker niggas out the do' Please let them know they can't have nothing of what we coming for Edited etiquette, excellent at this rapping shit Percs' and hallucinogen got me thinking where to begin The weed transcends to a darker place where kings live Let knowledge to the Og's when a legend tell their stories Got damn what it seem Feel like it's a dream Fuck reality my nigga we make it what it seems Waddup! I'm from a place where you'll catch a Pelé If you bust a slug, it's no love, cops, robbers and thugs And the ultimatum is what the altar made them when you is young 'Cuz them Crips and Bloods made ya bust guns like, "Dog" Hold the heat down, my conduction on the street is but a small world Gotta' eat now, live and direct God in the flesh, all I see is dollar signs and they in vests Black man hope, black, hold your chest She said nothing lasts forever, keep coming back 'hun Give me hot propulsion to 150 Suns The image of my mind bring the masterpieces Make hot feces, I like my plate how I feast it My theory is is E.M.V.(?), word to my J My achilles is livin' in the world where MC's is Mass affected, Poseidon of rap I can see it all happened with the raps I spawned Should of sinned but I guess ya'll walk, give me a glass for the mazel tov Give me a glass for that mazel tov And one balled too hard, such a star The energy I give off I run conEd Guess who's back again I'm known to make a fucker lose oxygen Get sparked off in toxic drops of gin Wait, stop, drop it in, roll over Is what I told her, don't play games, I can't console her Hand it over to the God like a controller We overload her, she froze up, it was over The Pros expose her, her ex propose her They be like, "You ain't that hot", I know But they still knock my door asking 'bout Jay Hova My witness, label me, not the Cohen I got the sickness, hit this, get fixed with the quickness, right Another J, J blow like dynamite The other day, I was poor, dine I might Had nothing but a empty appetite Now I live a crazy emcee rapper life Big tings ah gwan, top shotta Kill 'em every show, rank's up like Shabba Mr. Lover flow, hot off the top like lava though I'm too hot, still skilling the pot Turn bass metals into gold They ain't think alchemy before I go Yummy, let me wrap up my meat then explode Who am I? The fiery Pro